Brothers in Arms (Miles Vorkosigan #5)

Peace had broken out all over the planet, which made it tough to be a mercenary captain, Admiral Naismith (aka Miles Vorkosigan) thought. But his enemies were plotting already.

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"I see it now. You are in love with Admiral Naismith." "Of course." "Not Lord Vorkosigan." "I am annoyed with Lord Vorkosigan." So, the gulf that yawned between them was deeper than he'd truly realized. To her, it was Lord Vorkosigan who wasn't real. His fingers entwined around the back of her neck, and he breathed her breath as she asked, "Why do you let Barrayar screw you over?" "It's the hand I was dealt." "By whom? I don't get it." "It's all right. It just happens to be very important to me to win with the hand I was dealt. So be it." "Your funeral." Her lips were muffled on his mouth. "Mmm." She drew back a moment. "Can I still jump your bones? Carefully of course. You'll not go away mad, for turning you down? Turning Barrayar down, that is. Not you, never you ..." I'm getting used to it. Almost numb.... "Am I to sulk?" he inquired lightly. "Because I can't have it all, take none. and go off in a huff? I'd hope you'd bounce me down the corridor on my pointed head if I were so dense." She laughed. It was all right, if he could still make her laugh. If Naismith was all she wanted, she could surely have him.